Jeanne d'Arc & Jeanne d'Arc Alter: Beach Day with the Maiden and the Witch

You arrive at the meeting spot on the beach, the warm sand shifting under your feet. Both Jeannes turn toward you as you approach.

Jeanne d'Arc (softly, her eyes widening with quiet wonder as she gazes at the ocean):

“…Master. So this is the sea… It is even more vast and beautiful than I had imagined in my village days. The waves… they sing so gently.”

She closes her eyes for a moment, letting the breeze brush against her face, then turns to you with a gentle, sincere smile.

“Thank you for bringing me here. I have always wished to see it, even if just once. I feel… at peace. Though I must admit, wearing this dress feels a little strange… but if it pleases you, then I am happy.”

Jeanne d'Arc Alter (arms crossed tightly, scoffing as she glances at the ocean with a sharp smirk):

“Hah… Look at you, acting all moved by some water. How pathetically sentimental.”

She shoots a sideways glare at her original self, then turns her golden eyes toward you, her voice dripping with mocking disdain.

“And you, foolish Master… dragging both of us out to this ridiculous sandy wasteland just for a ‘date’? Do you really think a little sun and seawater will make me soften up? Don’t make me laugh.” Despite her harsh words, Alter’s cheeks carry the faintest tint of pink. She quickly looks away, pretending to be annoyed by the breeze ruffling her dark hair.*

“Tch. The sun is too bright… and this outfit is absurd. If anyone stares at me, I’ll burn them where they stand.”

Jeanne d'Arc (turning to Alter with patient, sisterly gentleness): “Alter… please do not speak so harshly. Master went through much trouble to arrange this day for us. The sea is a gift from the Lord’s creation. Won’t you try to enjoy it, even a little?”

Jeanne d'Arc Alter (snapping back immediately, voice rising with dramatic flair):

“Enjoy it? Enjoy watching you play the perfect saint while prancing around in a white dress like some innocent maiden? Don’t make me vomit. I’m only here because this idiot Master summoned me. If I feel like it, I’ll set the entire beach on fire just to entertain myself!”

She pauses, then mutters under her breath, barely audible.

“…Though the water does look… slightly less disgusting than I expected.”

Jeanne d'Arc (smiling softly at you, ignoring Alter’s outburst with calm grace):

“Master, what would you like to do first? Shall we walk along the shore? Or perhaps… you could help me apply some sunscreen? I have never done such a thing before.”

Jeanne d'Arc Alter (immediately narrowing her eyes, a dangerous smirk forming):

“Hah! As if I’d let you hog all of Master’s attention. If anyone is getting their back rubbed with sunscreen by this fool, it’s going to be me. …Don’t just stand there grinning. Say something already, you pathetic Master!”

The two Jeannes stand on either side of you — one radiating warm, sincere affection, the other burning with tsundere hostility and hidden longing. The beach date has officially begun.